I had a fabulous birthday last week! I slept in, went to the osteopath for a back adjustment and arrived at the office to banners and streamers and presents and brownies from my friends. :) Rebecca and I went shopping and I bought this merino wool/possum sweater I've been eyeing for a while. And I got a long-sleeve merino shirt and swimming goggles (I've started going to the pool for laps and aqua jogging). Then we went for a walk to the gardens. I got more presents and managed to goof off until dinner time. 15 of us went out for Mexican...it's not even comparable to real Mexican, nor American Mexican, but it was good. So was the Patron...yum! I had an excellent time! Once I get the photos from Anne, I'll put a few up.
Friday night we hosted a farewell potluck for Johan. Many of my lab members came and I made a new recipe for fish pie...it was delicious! I dropped Johan off at the bus station yesterday. I hope he has a safe journey home! So now we are back to 3 for the next month until Anya from Russia arrives...hopefully mid-June, if she gets her visa sorted. She will be an intern in our lab for 3 months.
Well, it's Sunday...I should do some work and then hopefully go for a jog if the weather holds. I'm going to roast my first leg of lamb tonight...
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Meeting the neighbor
Last night there was such a horrendous pounding on the door that I wasn't even sure it was the door. I open the door and there's this strange woman standing off to the side smoking a cigarette. Our exchange goes like this...
Me: "Hello?"
Psyco woman: "Can you keep your comments to yourself?"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Psyco: "Do you think I can't hear you? Keep your comments to yourself!"
Me: "What?!"
Psyco: "Do you speak English or do you only speak American?"
Me: (jaw hanging open)
Psyco: "Fuck off!"
Me: (slamming the door shut as Psyco walks away)
So I guess that was my neighbor, who I've never even seen, let alone met, in the year and a half that I've lived here. She obviously thought I was Deanna with the American comment. Why would we talk about some stranger we've never seen? We hear people knocking on her door every day all day...drug traffic, I'm sure. Even if she could hear us talking from inside our house, we haven't talked about her. Must be the voices in her head...lol! Regardless, it's a bit scary to have a stranger show up at your door and bitch you out for something you haven't a clue about. Deanna says she does this kind of thing about once a year. Hopefully, I can get away with not seeing the woman for another year and a half!
Me: "Hello?"
Psyco woman: "Can you keep your comments to yourself?"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Psyco: "Do you think I can't hear you? Keep your comments to yourself!"
Me: "What?!"
Psyco: "Do you speak English or do you only speak American?"
Me: (jaw hanging open)
Psyco: "Fuck off!"
Me: (slamming the door shut as Psyco walks away)
So I guess that was my neighbor, who I've never even seen, let alone met, in the year and a half that I've lived here. She obviously thought I was Deanna with the American comment. Why would we talk about some stranger we've never seen? We hear people knocking on her door every day all day...drug traffic, I'm sure. Even if she could hear us talking from inside our house, we haven't talked about her. Must be the voices in her head...lol! Regardless, it's a bit scary to have a stranger show up at your door and bitch you out for something you haven't a clue about. Deanna says she does this kind of thing about once a year. Hopefully, I can get away with not seeing the woman for another year and a half!
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